Back in 2013/2014, I committed to doing a 365 project–taking 1 photo a day for 365 days. I had a blast doing it, and ended up with many photos I loved. I felt like the project helped me to always remember how important it is to make those images your heart sees.
Now a few years later, I feel like it’s time to refresh or re-energize that belief again. Long story short, here I am, starting my second 365 project. I am excited, and a little nervous.
On another note, I have also decided to disconnect my blog posts and Facebook. I have always set my blog posts to automatically link to Facebook, but I just turned off that function. I found that 99% of my blog traffic is coming from Facebook, but 80% of my “friends” on Facebook are people I don’t see on a regular basis. Do they really care about all the going-on’s in my life? Not likely.
So, day 1 was January 1st. We went to my brother’s house for a visit. Cathy made the dough, and we brought toppings to make pizza. I like how Cliff proudly sports his Papa Saur shirt. It really reflects him well.
After a busy week and feeling like I don’t see my kids enough, I took Savanna to get groceries at CostCo on the weekend. The simple acts of racing her up the concrete ramp built for shopping carts, giggling our heads off, and finding this cool corner for this photo made me so happy.
As far back as my memory goes, my mom has always been the artistic one in the family. She took painting and drawing classes, got into floral arrangements, and all sorts of arts and crafts. I didn’t always necessarily appreciated her vision, but I always admired her artistic abilities and her willingness to take the journey.
This year, she started taking photography classes. Last week she told me she wanted to photograph the sunset at Kits beach, so one night we hauled my gear to the beach so she can shoot. After all these years of being inspired by my mom, it was nice to see our interests finally converge.
It felt like yesterday that I was photographing David’s big brother for his first birthday. Time flies, and now little David is one. He is positively the most handsome one-year-old model. Yup, my BFF makes the most beautiful babies.
Savanna can sometimes be quick to say “no” when I ask to take a photo of her. On this particular day, not only did she agree to let me take photos, she also gave me these poses and smiles all on her own. I think she knows that she’s got me wrapped around her little finger.
I had two glamour and one maternity photo sessions lined up today. Everything went as well as I had hoped for. Everyone had a good time, and I was happy with the results. But it was the one session I didn’t get to photograph that occupies my mind tonight.
Earlier this week, I received an email from a family who had newborn twins, but is expecting one of the twins to not live much longer. We made tentative plans for me to go photograph the baby at the NICU as a NILMDTS volunteer.
Late last night, a NICU nurse called me and said the family decided to take the baby off life support right then, a day before schedule. I said I was available and ready to go. The nurse put me on hold so she can get a final verbal consent from the family. She came back on the phone and said the family was so devastated that they turned down my offer to photograph the baby. The nurse thanked me and we hung up.
As a mother, I cannot begin to imagine the difficult decisions that this family has to make. I have been at the NICU a number of times, photographing babies who won’t be going home. Nothing can ever prepare someone for losing a baby, and there are no words of comfort profound enough to make the pain go away.
So tonight my thoughts are with this family who went through hell. I am so sorry for your loss.
What happens when you and your BFF are pregnant at the same time? You book a photo session to capture this special time of your lives.
Angie and Des have been friends since the first grade. Their babies are due within a few weeks of each other. Angie surprised Des with a photo session to document this exciting and precious moment in time.
The “K” and the “D” are the initials of their babies.